A few years ago I went to England looking for art. I looked in the fields, the forests, and on the beach. I found art everywhere. I was in the Tate in Liverpool, then wandered at low tide onto Crosby beach and admired Gromley’s 100 cast iron figures. I discovered that money really does grow on trees and that you can wind them up and fill the forest with music on the Grisdale Forest walk. The lost gardens of Heligon delighted me too. Then I came home and tried to reinvent myself as an artist.